The Guatemalan morning was particularly warm and humid. The air smelled thick. We peeled back our patient's eye patch in the Clinica Ezell's post-operative room and wiped away the ointment. This was the first time our patient could see in ten years.
Your Google calendar sends you an email reminding you it's time to run to the pharmacy and pick up your birth control pills.
When the nasty looking guy behind you in your morning lecture sneezes violently, what keeps you from coming down with the same cold?
It's the start of the school year, and you're inundated with email. After each class, your iPhone seems to take on new weight, straining under the heft of 20 plus new emails which demand your attention.
It's a late Thursday night. You're dominating a beer pong tournament on the back porch. It's down to the final cup.
It's a really late night and you're playing poker - Texas Hold'em, in fact. A guy across the table goes all-in before you even see your cards.
What if I told you a brand new pill had just been released that perfectly burns calories for you, is proven 100 percent safe and permits you to eat whatever you want in whatever portion you desire?
If you have turned on the news or flipped through a newspaper during the past couple of weeks, you undoubtedly are aware that a federal judge blocked President Obama's 2009 executive order to allow federal funding for embryonic stem cell research.
Driving south toward Charlottesville on US-29, you might notice a big green sign on the right. I always do, and it kills me every time. "X-ray, CT, Mammography, Ultrasound, Ahead on Left 3.6 miles." As a medical student, my mind whirs through patient cases faster than Kroger's supply of Solo cups disappeared two weeks ago when the undergraduate population returned to Charlottesville.
You're driving down Route 29 Sunday night after a fun-filled weekend in Washington, D.C. Thick spring air gushes through your open windows like a rushing mountain stream.
